Lost in the grey loneliness.
Cognition intruder – rustling from the mind.
Unclear thread, passionate, cruel, is awaken.
The fruit is not conspiracy.
The lunatic, genius of silence!
Get closer to the unspoken.
The analysis of reason- slavery!
During walking, visible shame!
Exciting autonomy,
Opened door, the windows,
Draft!
In the mist the stairways
Leading to heaven.
Paralyzed conscience,
Portable mirror.
In the plural against the fluency,
Conducting, behavior,
And admit the guilt.
The line connecting,
The road to the spacecraft.
We walk on by in dishonor.
Bronze woman,
Brass man!!!
Tatjana Debeljački, born on 23.04.1967 in Užice. Writes poetry, short stories, stories and haiku. Member of Association of Writers of Serbia – UKS since 2004 and Haiku Society of Serbia – HDS Serbia, HUSCG – Montenegro and HDPR, Croatia. A member of Writers’ Association Poeta, Belgrade since 2008, member of Croatian Writers’ Association- HKD Croatia since 2009 and a member of Poetry Society ‘Antun Ivanošić’ Osijek since 2011, and a member of “World Haiku Association“ – 2011, Japan. Union of Yugoslav Writers in Homeland and Immigration – Belgrade, Literary Club Yesenin Belgrade. Member of Writers’ Club “Miroslav – Mika Antić” – Inđija 2013, Writers’ Association “Branko Miljković“ – Niš 2014, and a member of Japan Universal Poets Association (JUNPA). 2013. “Poetic Bridge: AMA-HASHI (天橋） Up to now, she has published four collections of poetry: “A HOUSE MADE OF GLASS “, published by ART – Užice in 1996; collection of poems “YOURS“, published by Narodna knjiga Belgrade in 2003; collection of haiku poetry “VOLCANO”, published by Lotos from Valjevo in 2004. A CD book “A HOUSE MADE OF GLASS” published by ART in 2005, bilingual SR-EN with music, AH-EH-IH-OH-UH, published by Poeta, Belgrade in 2008.”HIŠA IZ STEKLA” was translated into Slovenian and published by Banatski kulturni centar – Malo Miloševo, in 2013 and also into English, “A House Made of Glass” published by »Hammer & Anvil Books» – American, in2013. Her poetry and haiku have been translated into several languages.
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Year: 2016
Navigator. A Poem by Wanda Lea Brayton in Memory of Darcy Trie.
.your shining almond eyes
consumed every peach in the orchard
without ever bending a bough
everything you’d ever need
fell gently into your hands
curled contented at your feet
lingered long within your heart
sunrise caught you wide awake and dreaming
moonlight streamed through your fingers
creating beauty from an empty page
warm currents surrounded you
summoning your seductive smile
wind and water reaching
for your inevitable shores
you were your own planet
discovering unknown galaxies
we were your satellites
drifting in apogee
tossing starseeds at us
you’d laugh
a solemn memory still resonant
within this wilderness
boldly echoing throughout day’s eternity
murmuring deep inside this infinity of night
a delightful song in the making
a brilliant story still waiting to be told
Editor’s Note Nicole Hanna, Darcy’s friend since high school (23 years), developed a website for Darcy’s poems, short stories and novels – here is the link for it: http://www.e-darcytrie.com/
This further link gives access to her own poetry site & the date of her birth and death as October 1975 – January 2016. http://www.allpoetry.com/onerios13
In the words of Wanda lea Brayton: Again, thank you for your request and thank you for wanting to pay tribute to one of the finest poetic minds I’ve encountered in my 57 years on this planet. I could always count on Darcy (onerios13) to provide me with inspiration and enlightenment. I’ve known her since 2004 and she became a very dear friend of mine; she is deeply missed by many others, as well. I believe we’ll be seeing each other again one fine day and will recognize ourselves as kindred spirits, just as we did in this lifetime. I have also started a list to add poems written for her by others and contests held in tribute for her; here’s the link for it, if you’re interested. I’m adding to it as I find them. http://allpoetry.com/list/588544-Darcys_Genius_-_In_Memory_of_onerios13
Wanda Lea Brayton is a lifelong scholar, a prolific poet and a former college librarian who has been writing poetry since 1973 and columns since 2004. She’s done extensive editorial work and has assisted others with editing, compiling and promoting their own manuscripts. She married a brilliant writer in April 2009; they’ve disproved the theory that two artists cannot live together in harmony, let alone with only one computer between them. Her poems have been published by Clackamas Literary Review, Main Street Rag, World Poetry, Hudson View Poetry Digest, The Pedestal Magazine, Poetry Life & Times, Oak Bend Review, Aquillrelle, Stone Voices and other anthologies. She is a featured poet on a number of websites. A large volume of her poetry is available, titled “The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton”.
website: http://wandaleabrayton.blogspot.com/
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Allpoetry columns link: http://allpoetry.com/columns/by/WandaLeaBrayton
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You drowned tonight. A Poem by Sheikha A
oh moon, did you stop a while
to consider, what of the ocean?
How is he to bear your weight
in his liquid, unformed arms?
He ripples over you, trying
to bring you back to life, but
you lay unbreathing, torpefied
like possums in presence
of hunters.
The night will bring you none
of the justice you seek;
there will be no incarnations
of your plight or adversaries,
your voice will beat like stones
against deadened walls
of overused mercy.
The sky goes about its job,
unaffected, by your call
for trial, you have jumped
in vain. Did the stars not tell
of the written book?
The clouds have gathered
over your dimming body;
the ocean roars at the sky,
his enormous waves gush
like a whale’s death song
for pity. The clouds open,
throwing back the waves
into his inlet as you drown
deeper into pitless realities
of a wasted suicide.
Sheikha A. comes from Pakistan and United Arab Emirates. Her work has appeared in numerous magazines, ezines and anthologies and hopes for her work to be read and discussed widely. More of her work can be found on her blog sheikha82.wordpress.com
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Checkmate. A Poem by Tony Martin Woods
In the night,
in the solace of her workshop,
the insurgent artisan prepares
for a final game of chess,
as she whittles away chips
of cherry tree wood
giving unpredictable shapes
to a new set of pawns,
who will liberate horses,
draft their knights in,
occupy towers,
mate with kings, bishops and queens,
until they all put behind,
overwhelmed by sacred orgasms,
the rules for their calculated movements,
the protocols for their predatory aims.
This is a literary translation by the author of his poem “Jaque mate”, featured in the book Los viajes de Diosa (The Travels of Goddess)
Copyright © 2015. Tony Martin-Woods (A.M.A.) All rights reserved
Tony Martin-Woods started to write poetry in 2012, at the age of 43, driven by his political indignation. That same year he also set in motion Poesía Indignada (Transforming with Poetry), an online publication of political poetry that he edits. Tony is a political and artistic activist who explores the digital component of our lives as a means to support critical human empowerment. He is also known in the UK for his work as an academic and educator under his non-literary name. He writes in English and Spanish and has published his first volume of poetry Los viajes de Diosa (The Travels of Goddess) 2016.
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“Now” & “Silent Habitation” Poems. “Scavenger–Holding the Earth” by Johnston, Anowe & Kaminski
“Scavenger–Holding the Earth” Melissa D Johnston
Now
in a wry humorous light
i grow older than i was
a pinch of a breath ago
the preciousness of every day
fades with each passing thought
with every coming and going
of a crow cawing at my broken window
farther and farther i drift into eternity
drift through the fallow fog
that has hidden my share
of existence and identity
there’s a despair standing astride
the threshold of my soul
what ceremony of words or deeds
like a daunted wind could blow
this bodily heap of tragedy…
God
’tis your hand that owns
the knife and cocoyam
–JK Anowe
Silent Habitation
’tis your hand that owns
the flesh i now inhabit
bones and skin
sometimes seem more
like an affliction, body
a weight upon the spirit
instead of habitation
why does my soul
insist on traveling these
roads alone, where trees
are bare of blossom
bare of leaves
empty of chameleons
of birds and birdsong
God
’tis your hand that strums
the small notes from their
throats
–Laura M Kaminski (Halima Ayuba)
JK Anowe was born in Nigeria in 1994. He’s presently a degree student of the department of foreign languages in the University of Benin, Nigeria. He speaks English, Igbo and French. He is finalizing his first full-length poetry manuscript.
Laura M Kaminski grew up in Nigeria, went to school in New Orleans, and currently lives in rural Missouri. Her most recent interview, at THE STRONG LETTERS, can be read at https://waleowoade.wordpress.com/2016/01/02/laura-m-kaminski/
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Path of Loneliness. Video Poem by Candice James
Candice James is a poet, writer, visual artist, musician, singer-songwriter in her 2nd three year term as Poet Laureate of New Westminster, She is Royal City Literary Arts Society Director and founder and Past President of both Royal City Literary Arts Society and Federation BC Writers; She is also founder of Poetry In The Park and founder of Poetic Justice. She is a featured poet, keynote speaker, workshop facilitator, presenter and event hostess. Candice is also a full member of League Canadian Poets; a member of The Writers Union Canada and is the author of nine poetry books: the first book of poetry published was “A Split In The Water” (Fiddlehead Poetry Books 1979); and the most recent is “Merging Dimensions” (Ekstasis Editions 2015). She is the 2015 recipient of the prestigious Bernie Legge Artist Cultural Award and also the recipient of the Pandora’s Collective 2015 Citizenship award. Further information can be found on Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Candice_James and www.candicejames.com
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My Sun is Orange. A Poem by William S. Peters, Sr.
my morning Sun is orange
The yellow is stained
with the Blood of my People
for that is what we
are reminded of
each day
when it rises from the East
to greet the world
i see my world
clearly
we once lived with a hope
that the atrocities of Hate
War
and indifference
would go away
but it did not
my hope has been misplaced
somewhere
and i can not remember
where i have set it down
it might have been that day
i lost my arm
or that day
when my Father was jailed
or that day
when my Sister was killed
she was only 3
no, i think i lost my hope
the day
my Mother no longer cried
her eyes have been dry
for many a year now
and somehow
by some grace
she still has enough love in her
to hug me
once in a while
through that pained smile
that still adorns her face
just so she won’t completely break
there is a noise i hear
it is a loud silence
that stays with me
through my callousness
for the gunfire
and the bombs
and the screams
i can not hear them
they have long ago
assaulted and killed
the dreams of my Family
my village
my people
and it is now working on
Humanity
where is the sanity
in this methodology
to be found
every day is “Ground Zero”
where i live
every where i look
i see Ground Zeros
and we have lost count
of those who
are no more
because of what you call War
but you and i
never had a dispute
that i know of
If so, please tell me what i did wrong
to cause you harm
that you should exact such wretchedness
upon me
and others like me
i know not of the Politics
of it all.
i have never met a Politician
are they so different
than we the people ?
if it’s Oil
i give it to you
if it’s right
take it freely
i will not raise nor put my hand
against that
of my Father’s children
there was a time
when all i thought of
was simply
finding Joy in my life
i have since given up that quest
for i see far too much
of that other stuff
which deserves not a name
my Sun is no longer Yellow
but i do pray my Brother
that yours is
my Sun is Orange
This is dedicated to all the Villages, Peoples across our Globe who must endure
the Politics and Sickness of War.
Bill is an avid Writer / Poet who has been committed to this path since 1966. He currently has to his credit over 70 Published Books as well as a myriad of Newspaper and Magazine Articles. Bill supports the venue of Creative Expression regardless of form. He also is an activist for the progression and evolution of Humanity and its Love of each other.
Recently (September 2015) Bill was honored to be named the Poet Laureate at the Kosovo International Poetry Festival where his book The Vine Keeper was showcased. He was also awarded The Golden Grape Award.
Bill currently serves as the CEO of Inner Child Enterprises, ltd., Managing Director of Inner Child Press, Executive Producer of Inner Child Radio and Executive Editor of Inner Child Magazine. His life partner Janet P. Caldwell stands by his side in support of the Inner Child vision
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